Blood everywhere but who cares?
I wonder what it is about me that I always seem to find myself in strange situations. Earlier today during the school lunchbreak noticed a ruckus on the 390 bus going to Archway. As the doors opened at the bus stop, a group of 13/14 year boys in uniform from St Aloysius College were seemingly having an argument inside. Some of them I recognized. Thought at first it was the driver refusing to let them on. Found out later that they had been upstairs on the bus and had rushed down mobhanded chasing somebody.
All of a sudden one of the boys, obviously the group leader, charged across the road to a garden opposite and collected two long aluminum poles. He raced back across the road, jumped back on the bus and proceeded to beat a man with them.
The driver had interceded by opening his cabin door so the onslaught to the victim was minimized. Most of the gang were by this time off the bus and in the road egging on the situation. I just hate to see people hurt - don't know what possesses me but a kind of spontaneous reaction takes over, I challenged the boy with the bars. He didn't say anything to me but promptly threw them down on the road. I picked them up and moved them to make it safe as they all rushed off to get the 134 bus to Archway.
Back on the bus there was blood sprayed everywhere. The man was not seriously hurt but obviously needed medical treatment. I was a bit taken back that boys so young in their school uniform making them immediately identifiable could behave in this way. Some of them must have had blood on their clothes. They had apparently turned on a complete stranger and tried to steal his bag all because he had chastised them for spitting on people.
The ambulance came pretty quickly as did the Metroline bus supervisor. The police however didn't turn up until over two hours later. They claimed they were busy. Well what do you say to that. A sign of the times I suppose. It seems to be a common crime these days and the police don't categorise it as serious. So many witnesses but it's not surprising nobody wanted to stick their neck out and offer a statement. Not many people can afford to wait around for 2 hours. The other passengers just disembarked and transfered to another bus without saying anything.
Least the police contacted me and took a statement, that was the least I could do. They claimed I behaved in a sensible manner by removing the offending weapons out of harms way. In hindsight wondered whether I'd done the right thing.
Later in the evening at my friend's shop he insisted on having a box of lollipops to hand by his till. As he's not an over generous man I was curious to know what prompted that action. Said he had to have something ready to hand for Trick or Treating - if he doesn't he could be asking for trouble with the some of the older children. Also noticed the pile of eggs had disappeared apparently sold.
I don't know much about Halloween's Trick or Treat custom but the small kids going about dressed up with their parents was touching. However must admit the gangs roaming about later in the night were a bit intimidating. Still not sure what the eggs are for though.The wisecrack answer from the kids - they are using them for making omelettes.